I-Dicted Poem by Unic Cjonr

Stitches rake the arms ofthe I - The I-dicted of A - Icause more harm with one fix- 2 one thousand insanebees, with a broken hive -Webbed, i am the deceiver ofmy unforgiving lies -Spiderless filled with venom, feathered, i spine to fly high- Kill, is the name of my spirit, dead i am to my soul, fitted -I pick up the pieces as i fallinto the broken mirror -Flames are the framed frame, i am to blame for the wounds- Needles are vined to creepinside my veins, releasing mysorrow to my inverted pain -Tears do not cry, my eyesare suicidally dry in the bedof the dead - i am stoned bymy tomb, where silence is thereborn - in the yard of thegraves, i will not be saved -not today and surely nottomorrow